Pregnant I left him To His First Love novel Chapter 205

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A few days later, after getting Tristan some supplies and discussing a bit further with him on what their plans could be, Leila makes her way back to the house but she is surprised to see a canopy outside her house with music playing, a barbecue on the side and a few unfamiliar faces drinking and swaying their bodies to the melody of the music.

She pulls the car to a halt and when she steps down from the car, she sees Tatum with his arms crossed against his chest, a small smile on his face as he watches the people at her house but when their eyes meet, his smile vanishes and he turns back inside the house.

He has been avoiding her painfully since the rejection and he denied seeing the divorce papers she sent to his office and even when she took it there herself, he refused to see her.

He must be in a lot of pain right now with his refusal to accept the bond, she may not have experienced it but she has heard stories of how painful the pain of the bond snapping is, a pain she will experience once he accepts it but why is he delaying it, putting himself through so much pain for nothing?

She shifts her gaze from Tatum’s house just as Amanda runs up to her and shoves a glass of champagne in her hands.

“You’re just in time for the party,” Amanda says with a slur in her voice.

“What party?” Leila chuckles, “what’s going on? The barbecue smells great by the way.”

“We’re fucking celebrating mom’s freedom, Leila, everything smells great, feels great and very soon, it’s going to be greater when that fucker rots in jail,” Amanda says too excitedly and Leila makes a face at her.

“And who are these people?” Leila waves at the women staring at her with her practised courteous smile, she knows a few of them by face but she doesn’t really know them.

“Unlike you Leila, I actually have friends in this pack, no offence.”

Leila punches Amanda’s arm lightly. “You’re my friend.”

Amanda chuckles. “You’re damn right I am. Come on, I’ll introduce you to— what the hell does this bitch want?”

Leila follows Amanda’s cold gaze to see Carmela walking up to them and Amanda is already walking ahead but Leila holds her back.

“I’ll deal with this,” she says, handing Amanda her handbag and the glass of wine.